Chapter 650: Disaster

The Eastern Wilderness, Wei State.In a secluded courtyard of Green Lotus Villa.

"What? Ninth Uncle wants me to go to the South China Sea?" Wang Qingqi asked, looking at Wang Qingkai with a puzzled expression.

"That's right, Fourth Brother. You've been busy teaching Tianfeng alchemy, so I'm only getting around to telling you now. A year ago, Ninth Uncle sent someone back with instructions for you and Qingjun to head to the South China Sea. Ninth Uncle said he'll help you attempt to reach the Core Formation stage."

Wang Qingqi's heart stirred. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Let's wait a bit longer! Tianfeng has been doing well recently."

Wang Qingkai shook his head and said earnestly, "No, Ninth Uncle emphasized repeatedly that you must go to the South China Sea as soon as possible. Frankly, it was my oversight. Fourth Brother, you established your foundation earlier than me. Logically, your cultivation should be higher than mine. I've already reached the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, but you're still at the sixth. Have you encountered a bottleneck?"

In fact, Wang Qingkai had suspected this for a while, but he pretended not to notice since Wang Qingqi hadn't mentioned it.

In his view, Wang Qingqi was an alchemist, likely delaying his cultivation by teaching alchemy to clan members. Had Wang Changsheng not sent someone back to sternly rebuke Wang Qingkai, he would still be unaware of Wang Qingqi's bottleneck.

It was understandable that Wang Qingqi's cultivation had stagnated over the years, as he had been busy improving elixirs, refining Foundation Establishment Pills, and instructing younger generations in alchemy.

Wang Changsheng had instructed Wang Qingqi to slow down the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators being trained, emphasizing quality over quantity. Besides the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators Wang Changsheng had previously transferred, few of those who later went to the South China Sea were truly promising; most had merely boosted their cultivation with pills.

Cultivation built solely on pills was superficial and impractical.

"Well... alright! If Ninth Uncle wants me there, then I'll go. What about Tianfeng? Is he going too?"

Wang Qingkai shook his head and said, "Tianfeng won't be going. The clan needs to retain a second-tier alchemist. Qingjun and the others have been waiting for many days. You all should set off in two days!"

"Alright, I'll go prepare right away," Wang Qingqi agreed.

Three days later, Wang Qingjun and over twenty other clan members departed from Green Lotus Villa, heading towards Chongyang Market.

South China Sea, Coral Sea Territory.

Night fell, and the moonlight shimmered like water.

Sea Cucumber Island, a certain valley.

Ye Lin's family of four was having dinner. Ye Yutong, already over a year old, was cradled by Wang Changyue, while Ye Lin personally fed her, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Little brother isn't eating much!" Ye Haitang blinked, remarking curiously.

"You were the same when you were little," Wang Changyue said with a smile. "Your father even worried you weren't getting enough to eat!"

Suddenly, a stream of liquid shot from Ye Yutong, landing on Ye Lin's face—it was Ye Yutong's urine.

"Oh no! Little brother peed on Daddy's face again."

Ye Lin chuckled and said, "It's fine, I'll go change my clothes."

Just as he stood up, a piercing shriek suddenly came from his person.

Ye Lin pulled out a seven-sided formation disk, his gaze swept over it, and his expression drastically changed.

"This is bad! Five Core Formation cultivators are approaching Sea Cucumber Island from underwater. It looks like trouble. Wife, take Haitang and Yutong and teleport away immediately."

As a third-tier formation master, Ye Lin naturally had contingencies in place. The South China Sea cultivation world was quite chaotic, and he had long anticipated such a day, setting up several small teleportation arrays so that Wang Changyue and the others could escape if they encountered powerful enemies.

"Husband, be careful. We'll wait for your return," Wang Changyue urged, her eyes filled with worry.

"I'm not going! I want to stay with Daddy."

Ye Lin dotingly stroked Ye Haitang's head and said, "Daddy will be right there. You go first. Daddy will be fine. Haitang is Daddy's most obedient girl, now be good."

"Alright! You promise not to lie to me. I'll wait for you for dinner," Ye Haitang agreed, and left with Wang Changyue.

Ye Lin took out a communication disk and cast a spell into it: "Qingshan, this is bad! Four Core Formation cultivators are here. They don't seem to be visitors; they look like trouble. Come over immediately, bring Qingjing and the others, and prepare to abandon the island and escape."

"Yes, Uncle-in-law, I'll bring people over right away."

Outside Sea Cucumber Island, dozens of fathoms deep underwater, five enormous, multi-colored seashells moved swiftly.

Soon after, a blue shell abruptly stopped. The shell opened, revealing a light blue water barrier that enveloped it, keeping the seawater out. Inside stood a cold-faced old man in a green robe, a seventh-layer Core Formation cultivator.

He reached out and grabbed at the empty space in front of him. With a "whoosh," a fist-sized blue orb flew into his hand. The blue orb emitted faint spiritual energy fluctuations.

"A surveillance artifact. It's rare for such a small force to possess something like this. No need to hide anymore; they've already found us. Change of plans: attack the island directly. They only have two Core Formation cultivators."

The five giant shells quickly surfaced. Four men and one woman, four Core Formation cultivators in total.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a complex expression.

It was Ye Lang.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive," the green-robed man said coldly, summoning three gleaming green flying knives that aggressively struck towards Sea Cucumber Island.

The other four were not idle, either unleashing magic treasures or casting spiritual abilities.

A series of roars echoed, and various magical lights flashed.

Without Core Formation cultivators to control the formation, the island's protective array couldn't hold out for long.

In less than twenty breaths, the island's protective array was breached by the four Core Formation cultivators.

By then, only some of the Wang clan members had managed to teleport away.

Wang clan cultivators rushed out of their residences. Before they could even understand what was happening, powerful magic treasures were upon them, cutting them down.

A series of tragic screams echoed, and over a dozen Wang clan cultivators fell in pools of blood.

Wang Qingjing and others rushed towards Wang Changyue's residence, their faces filled with terror.

"Trying to leave? Did you ask us first? Kill them!" The green-robed old man formed a hand seal, and his three green flying knives circled before striking towards Wang Qingjing and the others.

He realized that the Core Formation cultivators were absent, which made their task easier.

The green flying knives were incredibly fast, instantly appearing behind Wang Qingjing.

Mo Caiyun was right beside Wang Qingjing, and she was also a target of the attack.

"Qingjing, quickly dodge!"

Mo Caiyun abruptly pushed Wang Qingjing away. The green flying knives pierced Mo Caiyun's body, and she fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Zhao Zheng and Wang Qiufeng were also struck by magic treasures, falling into pools of blood.

"Husband, Twenty-First Aunt-in-law!" Wang Qingjing cried out in despair.

Mo Caiyun was not yet dead, and a large amount of blood gushed from her chest.

"Qingjing, quickly go, quickly..."

She took her last breath before finishing her sentence.

If Mo Caiyun hadn't pushed Wang Qingjing, Wang Qingjing would have surely died.

Faced with absolute power, the Wang clan cultivators couldn't resist at all. Several magic treasures flew past, and several more Wang clan cultivators fell into pools of blood.

The green flying knives circled and struck towards Wang Qingjing again.

Just then, a green rope shot out, wrapping around Wang Qingjing. She was pulled upward, and the green flying knives missed their target.

"Qingjing, you all leave quickly, I'll cover your retreat," Wang Qingshan said, his expression grim.

"Seventh Brother, I'll cover your retreat, you go! You can't be in danger, let my father avenge me."

Wang Qingshan shook his head and said in a deep voice, "You can't stop them. Don't let Twenty-First Aunt-in-law die in vain. Go quickly."

Wang Qingjing gritted her teeth and hurried towards the valley.